For in death there is no remembrance of you: in the grave who shall give you thanks?
The dead praise not the LORD, neither any that go down into silence.
Whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, where you go.
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? shall it declare your truth?
I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the LORD.
I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night comes, when no man can work.
Return, O LORD, how long? and may you have compassion concerning your servants.
Then called I upon the name of the LORD; O LORD, I beseech you, deliver my soul.